Vaid Empire: Conquest
is a massive fantasy series that aims to mix
erotica
with the quality of a published novel. New chapters and artwork are released every month absolutely free, with the completely optional possibility to receive early access. The Series focuses heavily on worldbuilding, story, and characters.
The world of Ayphieal is shattered and chaotic, with kingdoms and tribes of six distinctive races vying for territory amongst themselves. It is only when a young human warrior finally pushes back against the chaos that the world begins to shift towards order.
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26th of Twic, 5 BVE.
Lower Human Basin, Near Zilrin.
"It's just as our maps predicted, Chief Dominax." Hesin announced as he reached the center of the camp. "The ground is far too flat and open to proceed without being spotted. Yet if we approach from the south, we may be able to use the surrounding forest to remain hidden."
"Very well, we shall send a small group to create a distraction at their northern gate." Dominax replied as his misgivings were confirmed. The holographic globe had been more than helpful during their journey to the outskirts of Zilrin, allowing the group of nearly four thousand Omrinian warriors to delve into the heart of Zilrin territory without being detected by the smaller settlements under Chief Manith's rule. "During which, the rest of our forces will remain hidden in the tree line outside of the southern gate. If executed properly the distraction will lure the guards to the other side of Zilrin, allowing a select few to sneak over the southern wall and open the gate for the rest of us." Dominax continued.
"I will gladly lead the distraction, my Chief." Clin stated as he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"No, Hesin is far more suited for the task. I require both you and Salduin at my side for tonight's attack." Dominax commanded. "We shall take the majority of the settlement before they're even aware of what's occurred."
"Tonight? But your men have yet to even arrive!" Fildir exclaimed in a mix of surprise and frustration. Roughly three years younger than Dominax, Korvis's son had been nothing short of insubordinate during their short time together. Though the small army of warriors had been placed under Dominax's command, Fildir's interference seemingly never ceased.
"We can wait no longer. Every moment spent in these woods risks our discovery. If we are to succeed in our goal, we must proceed without them." Dominax firmly answered, all while knowing that his own warriors were never meant to rendezvous with them. If all went well, Briza and Xenia would take Omrin completely by surprise any day now.
"That is unacceptable!" Fildir fired back, folding his arms across his narrow chest. Though Korvis had been quite formidable in his prime, it appeared that his son didn't inherit his imposing form. Thin and wiry, the younger man only possessed a small hint of muscle under his greenish tunic. Yet even with their large differences, hints of his father's facial features revealed his heritage, topped with the same long brown hair of Korvis. "Our deal requires your men to assist in the coming fight. We will wait for them to arrive or return to Omrin!"
Dominax placed his strong hand on the younger man's shoulder, a gesture meant to intimidate rather than comfort. "OUR deal is between your father and I, not you. If you wish to return, you'll do so alone."
Fildir held his gaze for several seconds before turning his head away. "My father won't like this."
"Perhaps, though that's not your concern." Dominax stated sternly as he removed his hand. Looking past Fildir he caught many nearby warriors eying the confrontation, doing little to conceal their amusement. It had been clear to him after only a short period of time among the men that nearly none of them regarded Fildir with respect. Their loyalty had been earned only through obligation, a relationship that likely extended to Korvis as well. "Now go, you are dismissed. Assist the men in preparing for tonight's battle."
Opening his mouth to argue, Fildir stopped himself before reluctantly turning to leave.
"You two are dismissed as well." He commanded, addressing both Clin and Salduin. "Yet I must discuss the details of the distraction with Hesin."
The two warriors granted their Chief a respectful bow of their heads before departing the camp's center.
"Fildir will accompany your group to the north gate." Dominax explained in a carefully hushed tone, preventing the nearby men from eavesdropping as they went about their business. "He must not return from the battle."
Only a moment passed before an expression of understanding overtook Hesin's hooded face. "Is that wise? Chief Korvis won't be pleased to learn that his son perished. The boy's behavior could be punished in other ways that don't go as far as death."
In response, Dominax waved his hand dismissively. "Punishment is not my desire. Though he is a nuisance to be sure, his death is merely a necessity. There are events in motion beyond what you are aware of, yet in any case Korvis won't be a concern much longer."
Raising his eyebrow in a questioning gesture Hesin leaned in closer. "Events? Chief Dominax...I'd be far more useful if I were included in your aims."
"Ah but you are, my friend. Follow my orders and you shall be rewarded with my trust. Understand?" Dominax asked with an insidious smile.
After a moment of consideration Hesin's eyes narrowed. "Yes, my Chief, it will be done. The boy will be dealt with."
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The torchlight flickered lightly on Lalian's illustrations as his mind worked, desperately attempting to concentrate despite the fluttering gasps of the nearby slave atop Chief Manith's lap. Seated at a small table to the right of the crude throne, Lalian was forced to endure the presence of his winged master's shameless lust as Manith rammed his green Lanthian manhood into the human woman's bare vagina.
A Lanthian himself, Lalian had been dragged along when Manith fled their homeland. Typical of their species, his skin was divided down the middle of his body into two separate shades of green, easily allowing him to blend into the gargantuan trees of his birthplace. His short hair and keen eyes were similarly separated into both dark and light green shades. Yet in contrast to his master's large build, he possessed very little muscle, while standing three inches shorter than Manith's six-foot-tall frame.
Though his hand steadily traced along the thin wooden slab cut in the tradition of his people, he couldn't stop his gaze from occasionally wandering towards the four alluring slaves seated at the base of the throne resting on thin cushions of various dull colors. Kept completely nude, two of the three women displayed small round bellies as their pregnancies advanced. Despite his...'condition', he felt his own manhood move ever so slightly under his shabby loincloth.
Taking notice of his concealed glances, the nearest slave gracefully stood up and closed the small distance between them, placing her hand gently on his bare shoulder. The touch forced a subtle shutter through him, though she made no comment of it. "How fares your progress, Lalian?"
"Quite well, miss." He replied, retaining his attention on his work even as he attempted to ignore the soft sensation of her hand. Though his master had utilized Lalian's advanced intelligence numerous times in the past, his focus had now shifted to designing new walls that could replace Zilrin's nearly crumbling defenses.
"Leave him alone." Chief Manith commanded as the slave in his lap placed her hands on her own breasts, steadily riding his shaft with visible enthusiasm. "He must...remain undisturbed."
Granting their master a submissive nod, the woman removed her hand from Lalian's shoulder. "My apologies." She obediently replied before granting Lalian a sympathetic look. Leaning only a miniscule amount closer she spoke in a whisper intended only for his ears. "And to you I'm sorry as well...as this can't be easy for you..." She let out as her eyes gestured to his loincloth, and then towards the lude display of female bodies before she returned to sitting position.
A deep green came to his cheeks as embarrassment flooded his entire being. Though her words held kind intentions, they only recalled the memory of what he had lost.
It was no secret among the five slave women of what had occurred. While most outsiders remained blissfully ignorant of The Lanthian Empire's cruel traditions, they had been regaled with the details of the life that their master had bravely, albeit narrowly, escaped. Though a male Lanthian ruled over each city, the females almost exclusively enjoyed freedom inside of their matriarchal society. Kept enslaved and chaste, the males suffered continuously under their control. Yet every year, those who had only just reached manhood would be pitted against each other in non-lethal combat until only one victor remained.
From Lalian's frame it wasn't hard to reach the factual conclusion that he had lost early on, though all males knew the consequences for those who lost. While the victor would be granted the opportunity of challenging the ruling male, the defeated were ceremonially stripped of their wings, along with their testicles. Wishing only to breed with the most capable males the act of procreation was reserved exclusively for their local ruler, a fate that Lalian had been cruelly denied.
To gaze upon five beautiful slaves and know that he would never be capable of siring children with them had nearly become torture, a feeling that vastly deepened when two had fallen pregnant by a Lanthian that had escaped their sadistic traditions. Yet while a human may lose their arousal after such a heartless castration, Lalian's species held no such luxury. Though his fertility had been entirely cut away, the desire to utilize his non-functioning manhood remained strong.
Chief Manith groaned deeply as he wrapped his large arms around his current lover, holding her firmly as he unloaded his lust into her attractive body. Lalian could only bite his lip in a mix of jealousy and rage as he forced his eye to remain on the carefully transcribed illustration.
"Good goddess that was great...you might be the next to bear my young!" Manith exclaimed with a chuckle as he placed his hand roughly on her flat stomach.
"I would...be honored...master..." the slave let out as she caught her breath. The act of interspecies conception was not well documented inside of The Lanthian Empire, though it had always been known to be possible. The fact that their children would be born as hybrids didn't appear to upset the slaves, though whether they were simply concealing their concerns or not mattered little to Manith.
